Saturday, January 23, 2021

Southeastern Hogs

 
It makes me imagine Florida, or perhaps even southeast Asia---this southeastern North Carolina landscape.  This low land, sometimes sandy, oftentimes thick with mud, formerly clear-cut for some long-forgotten "folly" of a development.

What could've been homes for retirees and golf courses and retention ponds, now thick with bayberry and some errant pines.  

And hogs.  



Back in September one afternoon, back before rifle season for deer, back before duck season.  It was bow season, and my brother, David, hoped to stick a doe, or at least practice on a hog.  I wanted to get some practice with my iron-sights lever gun.  Down at his hunting lease, near Bolivia, not far from Oak Island, "hog tracks were everywhere," he had said.